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Cat Balance (on) Hay Wire
After
the afterglow,
where thfck did he go?
(Musta went to primp ego. Yes? No)
I'll show him 'what for', then, (no doubt),
he'll tell me wherefore? (t'put it!)
punctured by the avid lights of god's thoughtless
energy, eye'll plead the 5th (and buy one too),
then see (or hear) what He has to say
what he Has to saY
whatever it was hE
said to make me feelike shit on hot pavement,
and, oh, so lonely, so lonesome, so a'lone (at that), thus,
I babble as if I were back in Babylon, L.I. (south shore),
when,
(and wouldn't ye know it), the hole estate slips into
the sea, and never did I feel attended to
since.
It's amazing it's Amazing, (ain't it?) how the sun'moon
moon'sun take turn hiding each other. But
only for a few brief minutes, and we
guarantee our surgeries
will last far beyond yOur damnedest
dreams and life-time.
It seems funny to say, sometimes, that we all need to be
adequate in applying a tornequet to stem the spurting
arterial flow.
We need that we need be so inclined so necessarily and poignantly.
(you Know it's only right, Right?)
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